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5 days ago - 
21
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growing up
perfect, meaningless thoughts, about these little things that weren’t always correct, now I am older with certain things on my mind, some that can be mean, trying to keep them kind, sometimes feeling I am going blind, blind folded, words that are bolded, writing down my feelings, making sure everything is noted, keeping everything under control, climbing up a pole, that is filled with oil, not going anywhere, slipping to the bottom and starting over, wheres my four leaf clover, I have no luck, I feel stuck, trapped, falling asleep, needing that piece, but don’t want to keep staring at the back of my eye lids, hearing all these kids, the kids screaming in my head, its me from the past, what I used to be, when I felt free, now I am on my knees, waiting to be brought up, pushed back down by all this stuff, wheres my hand to hold, is there anything I can be told, to get me higher up in the air, feeling the wind in my hair, would I even dare, to jump off this hill, or will I stand still, with the shivers in my spine, scared like a swine, at a slaughter house, to even try to get farther, down the road of life, feeling that knife, stabbing my back, pushing me to keep it moving, like rocks in my back pack, I still feel weighed down, what will bring me forward, maybe a crown, feeling like a king, still feeling that sting, maybe some bling bling, naw not the money or fame, that makes it seem to much like a game, growing up, with all this stuff, now I am at this point, where its time to move, I wont do it by rolling a joint, that aint me, not who I should be, maybe I will feel free, as soon as I am gone, I hope I will not be alone, growing up, thats some hard stuff, I guess keep pushing, moving, not stopping, growing up.
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2 weeks ago - 9
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